My Asylum Has Been Passed Down for a Thousand Years, and It Only Takes in Oddballs

(Collision of Western fantasy and Eastern civilization + Lovecraftian horror + the bizarre + no clichés + no overpowered protagonist + no brainless decisions + no System; read with caution if these bother you)

My mental hospital only admits two kinds of people.

1. Patients (perfect oddballs).

2. Dead patients (soulless, perfect oddballs).

Circus ringmaster Rob: “Mr. Chu, the show is about to begin. Make sure not a single one gets away!”

Chu Mo: “Got it.”

“The show begins!”

“Eat them! Eat them all! So good, so delicious!!”

When the show was over, everyone in the arena had vanished.

Only Chu Mo stood alone onstage, while the patients below wiped their mouths.

This broken world stopped being a paradise for humanity long ago.

The gods replaced humanity.

They became the sole rulers of this land.

Chu Mo inherited a mental hospital with a thousand-year history. Every patient was an oddball.

Patient No. 3: Convinced he is a vacuum cleaner, he curls up on the floor day after day, sucking up everything he sees with his mouth.

Patient No. 6: An immortal vampire.

Patient No. 8: A terrifying fox spirit. Her meat is tender and fresh, and smells wonderful on the grill.

Patient No. 5: Chu Mo's older brother, who burns himself to serve as a barbecue spit.

Collect oddballs, reclaim Chu Mo's sense of self, and recover what the curse took from him.

Pit his wits against the gods. The gods, too, are perfect oddballs, and eventually they will all be admitted to the mental hospital.

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